Home Team

Don't you blame me if I get carried away
 I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to say
 When there's silence in the room
 We're all pining for that modern day man
 He's really a star, got the crowd going wild in the stands
 On a Saturday night, at the home field
 I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
 I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head
 I knew I was ready to stop going steady
 When the home team was losing twenty to one
 I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
 Please Lord, please Lord, please Lord
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 Don't you blame me if I don't answer my phone
 I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to do
 When there's no one else home
 We're all pining for that modern day girl
 She's really a star, got the crowd just jumping for joy
 On a Saturday night, at the home field
 I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
 I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head
 I knew I was ready to stop going steady
 When the home team was losing twenty to one
 I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
 Please lord, please lord, please lord
 I don't wanna talk about love
 I don't wanna talk about us
 I don't wanna sit at the kitchen table
 You talk and I listen
 To the news on the cable tv